Avacado Capital of the World
Dec 20, 2009
Mar 27, 2010
The road between the toll highway and San Blas is one of the more beautiful of our trip, lush and slightly hilly. I was sure I was going to LOVE our next destination. The guide books warned of no-seeums but we were not worried because after all, we had green shampoo. And Jeff was craving smoked fish - San Blas is yet another ‘fishing village’. But upon our arrival, we started looking for excuses to leave. To be fair, we didn’t give it much of a chance. Maybe there was some greatness that we didn’t find in our cursory drive through. We never did find the hotel where we were reserved and came to a majority agreement that we would get some smoked fish from one of the many vendors then push on to Mazatlan, less than three hours drive north.
As far are our trip goes, we're all feeling a bit homesick and sensing some form of vacation hangover from our wonderful week with my family and I fear that it is affecting our ability to truly appreciate our surroundings. I don’t mean to sound negative, and none of us is feeling negative per se, it’s just that we are visiting some wonderful destinations yet some of it is lost on us. We’re even going into tourist gringo mode (perhaps in challenge to recently spotted graffiti 'Greengos f@%k you’) as the only part of Acapulco we even paused to look at was the Fairmont Acapulco Princess where we stayed at a killer Travel Agent rate. – If I may pause for a moment to say that Fairmont sets the bar very high – then it was on the road again. This time to the Avocado Capital of the World, Uruapan (pronounced: OOR-wa-pan). This is a big deviation from our original plan of keeping to the coast. Instead, we’ve headed inland to the tolls of Guadalajara. Toll routes have no ‘topes’ and offer much straighter, less hilly roads. At this point we’d pay a king’s ransom to avoid twists and topes. The restaurant where we had dinner was out of avocado pie so we (read: Jeff) didn’t even get to try it. Then it was on the road AGAIN.